Fic: Supernatural; comment!fic; Enter the Morning Star; PG
Title: Enter the Morning Star
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 593
Warnings: Biblical references
Pairing/Characters: Castiel, Chuck, Lucifer
Spoilers: All of Season 4 up to 4x22 and the Bible - yes, spoilers for the Bible.
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me
Author's Note: comment_fic again.
Summary: Tag to the end of 4x22. What happens next for Castiel.
As the apocalypse dawns and the archangels bear down upon him, Castiel remembers.
Uriel once asked him if he remembered Lucifer, their brother, most beautiful of the Lord’s Angels, and once deemed the most worthy.
He remembers. He remembers the beauty, so pure and perfect that sometimes it hurt to look upon him, even with angelic eyes. He remembers his voice, mellifluous and melodic, flowing over his ears with promises of peace and joy. He remembers the warmth of his gaze, that eventually grew to fierce blazing so hot that it pierced right through you. He remembers the lies.
Lucifer fell, and every angel felt the loss. Even knowing why it happened, understanding that he had gone so far away from the right path, did not make the heartbreak any less.
He was a blazing comet, falling so fast through the sky as everyone watched and the Choirs of heaven sang their eulogy to the morning star, the light bringer, God’s favourite. The Fallen. And thus he became Satan, the adversary, the Prince of Darkness, Iblis and Lord of Hell. The first true evil came from the best of the good.
There is nothing worse than when an angel falls.
He can feel him now, breaking his bindings, pulling up from the pit in which they imprisoned him. The feeling has been growing all year, steadily increasing as each seal was broken. The power and the might, the awful beauty and the terrible light.
The archangels are almost upon him, and Castiel has no fear because such a death will be better than looking once again on that face which he has been trying to forget for millennia. Next to him Chuck is shaking in his shoes. He knows what should have come next, but he fears the unknown.
He feels the moment the last seal is broken, feels it like he is shattering all over, and it almost brings him to his knees. He can feel Lucifer as he rises into the world, bringing light and terror with him. And Satan rises from the bottomless pit into which he was cast. His brother arises, and every angel in the world can hear the words that he cries out as he comes back to them.
And behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be.
I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last. Which is, and which was, and which is to come.
The blasphemy makes him crumble, the world is lost and he has turned his back on all he has known for nothing. He can still feel Dean and Sam Winchester, dark shadows of life in the face of Lucifer’s brilliance. He holds onto that as he falls to his knees, his mouth joining in prayers he hopes will be answered with his brothers and sisters. But now there is precious little hope.
The archangels are gone, summoned away by the rising, but he barely registers the lack of their presence, blinded as he is by Lucifer’s radiance.
Next to him, in amidst the wreck of his home, Chuck is speaking to him.
“They’re gone… they’re gone. Just like that, they’re gone. What did you do? They’re gone. Thank God, they’re gone.” And Castiel has enough presence of mind to raise his head, and pierce Chuck with one look, which freezes the prophet where he stands.
“Do not thank God,” he says, his words leaden on his tongue, “for He has forsaken us.”
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Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 593
Warnings: Biblical references
Pairing/Characters: Castiel, Chuck, Lucifer
Spoilers: All of Season 4 up to 4x22 and the Bible - yes, spoilers for the Bible.
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me
Author's Note: comment_fic again.
Summary: Tag to the end of 4x22. What happens next for Castiel.
As the apocalypse dawns and the archangels bear down upon him, Castiel remembers.
Uriel once asked him if he remembered Lucifer, their brother, most beautiful of the Lord’s Angels, and once deemed the most worthy.
He remembers. He remembers the beauty, so pure and perfect that sometimes it hurt to look upon him, even with angelic eyes. He remembers his voice, mellifluous and melodic, flowing over his ears with promises of peace and joy. He remembers the warmth of his gaze, that eventually grew to fierce blazing so hot that it pierced right through you. He remembers the lies.
Lucifer fell, and every angel felt the loss. Even knowing why it happened, understanding that he had gone so far away from the right path, did not make the heartbreak any less.
He was a blazing comet, falling so fast through the sky as everyone watched and the Choirs of heaven sang their eulogy to the morning star, the light bringer, God’s favourite. The Fallen. And thus he became Satan, the adversary, the Prince of Darkness, Iblis and Lord of Hell. The first true evil came from the best of the good.
There is nothing worse than when an angel falls.
He can feel him now, breaking his bindings, pulling up from the pit in which they imprisoned him. The feeling has been growing all year, steadily increasing as each seal was broken. The power and the might, the awful beauty and the terrible light.
The archangels are almost upon him, and Castiel has no fear because such a death will be better than looking once again on that face which he has been trying to forget for millennia. Next to him Chuck is shaking in his shoes. He knows what should have come next, but he fears the unknown.
He feels the moment the last seal is broken, feels it like he is shattering all over, and it almost brings him to his knees. He can feel Lucifer as he rises into the world, bringing light and terror with him. And Satan rises from the bottomless pit into which he was cast. His brother arises, and every angel in the world can hear the words that he cries out as he comes back to them.
And behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be.
I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last. Which is, and which was, and which is to come.
The blasphemy makes him crumble, the world is lost and he has turned his back on all he has known for nothing. He can still feel Dean and Sam Winchester, dark shadows of life in the face of Lucifer’s brilliance. He holds onto that as he falls to his knees, his mouth joining in prayers he hopes will be answered with his brothers and sisters. But now there is precious little hope.
The archangels are gone, summoned away by the rising, but he barely registers the lack of their presence, blinded as he is by Lucifer’s radiance.
Next to him, in amidst the wreck of his home, Chuck is speaking to him.
“They’re gone… they’re gone. Just like that, they’re gone. What did you do? They’re gone. Thank God, they’re gone.” And Castiel has enough presence of mind to raise his head, and pierce Chuck with one look, which freezes the prophet where he stands.
“Do not thank God,” he says, his words leaden on his tongue, “for He has forsaken us.”
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